by Doyle, S
If he told her to strip bare and sit on his lap, she would do it for more of this feeling.
“That’s one hell of a kiss cam!” someone around them hooted.
David pulled up and then quickly turned his face away as he realized they were in fact on the jumbo screen at the stadium, with a drawn heart around them.
Sinead was laughing and David had nuzzled his face against her neck. With a final nip on her ear, he said, “That’s a little too much PDA for my tastes. Please tell me we are off camera.”
“Yep. They’ve got this old retired couple smooching now. Not nearly as hot as us I bet.”
David pulled away from her and then gave her a quizzical look. “You made me lose control. I don’t ever lose control.”
“Is that a good thing?” Sinead thought it sounded like a good thing. That it made her special to him in some way.
He hesitated. “I’m not sure. I’m also not sure it can be helped. Come back to the house with me tonight after the game. Let me make you dinner.”
“Dinner?” Sinead asked as if perhaps that was a euphemism for sex.
“Dinner,” he said. “I have enough control for at least that.”
“Okay. Dinner.”
Although the way she said it, it sounded more serious than that. As if she was making an important decision. Because she knew, based on that kiss, based on everything he had made her feel in the last forty-eight hours, that she was saying yes to way more than dinner.
Chapter 5
They were back in the tiny bungalow in Mill Valley. A single-level two-bedroom ranch, it wasn’t very big, but probably more than enough for a single man. Sinead thought it felt cozy. The kitchen too was tiny, but David didn’t seem to have a problem making his way around it.
They had left the game in the bottom of the seventh with the Giants up by six runs. They stopped at a Whole Foods, and Sinead followed David around with a small cart as he seemed to have a menu in mind for tonight’s dinner.
Organic filet mignons, fresh spinach and garlic, cheese that she nearly gasped when she saw how expensive it was. He asked a few questions about what she liked, which was mostly everything. About what she hated, which was really only olives.
He thought she was foolish for not liking olives. Olives were delicious. She questioned his taste when he said he couldn’t stomach artichokes.
They had brought it all back to the house, where he opened a chilled sauvignon blanc that to Sinead tasted like a tart, crisp apple. He opened the cheese and made her try some on a fancy wafer cracker, even as he started preparing their dinner.
“The cracker,” he explained, “is simply a vehicle to get the cheese to your mouth.”
“Hoo-kay,” she said, and bit into the creamy lusciousness of it. “Yum.”
“The best cheese France has to offer, and she says yum.”
Sinead shrugged. “It’s good cheese.”
His lips quirked. “It is indeed.”
“You know with you cooking, you’re sort of a triple threat.”
“Triple threat?”
“Hot, rich and you can cook.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“For which of these threats did you decide to join me this evening?”
“Hellooo… your money. When could I ever afford French cheese like that?”
He laughed. “I like you, Sinead who spells her name correctly.”
“You say that like it’s not a very common thing. To like people, I mean.”
His expression grew serious. “It isn’t, I suppose, for me. I told you about that tight circle.”
“Yes, the billionaire club.”
“Not quite, but that circle… well, sometimes it can be suffocating. Like a ring around your neck and shoulders that keeps getting tighter. I can’t tell you the last time I met someone so… innocent.”
Sinead blushed a little and then stammered. “Uh… you do know I’m not a virgin right?”
“You are virginal. It’s nearly the same thing.”
“After everything I told you about my dad, you have to know I’m not innocent about… life. I’ve seen the good and the bad and the shades in between. I think you might be a little jaded and just looking at me through a different lens.”
He dropped the kitchen tool he was using to shave the garlic into thin slices. “Perhaps you’re right.”
“You said your last relationship was toxic. Was she an addict?”
“In a manner of speaking. I kept wanting to save her and she didn’t want to be saved.”
“Sometimes we need to be our own heroes. You know? I’m not talking about feminist stuff or anything. I mean every man and every woman wants to feel like they have control over their destiny. When they get into trouble, and they find their own way to dig out, it means something.”
He looked at her intently. “Innocent and wise. That’s an interesting combination.”
Sinead smiled as she sipped her wine. “I like the way you see me. I’m this completely ordinary person. Everyone who knows me would say the same thing. Yet you keep saying all this nice stuff. I’m not going to lie, there are times I feel like I’m being played and then I think I don’t care, because I like it.”
“Being played?”
“You know. Charming me so you can get into my pants.”
“My dear,” he said in the haughtiest accent he’d used with her since she’d met him. “It wasn’t me pushing my tongue into your mouth earlier. You started it.”
Sinead smiled smugly and drank more wine. “I did.”
The night progressed with some of the best steak she’d ever eaten. He’d made them in a cast iron skillet while constantly basting the meat with butter and garlic. Then baked potatoes, which he had topped with sour cream and the spinach with even more garlic.
After dinner Sinead excused herself and made her way back to what she imagined was the master bedroom, although it wasn’t much bigger than the guest room. In there was a connected bathroom with a toothbrush and toothpaste sitting out on the counter. Along with other male- oriented toiletries.
She wasn’t bold enough to use someone else’s toothbrush, but she had no qualms about using some toothpaste on her finger. While swishing it around her mouth, she popped her head around the bathroom door to check out the bedroom. No point in trying to read anything from the decor as it wasn’t his, but she did notice that he’d made the bed.
It was another one of her father’s idioms he always liked to say. There were people in life who made their beds, and there were people who didn’t.
The O’Haras made their beds. Apparently the Whitmores did too. Then she saw the picture on the dresser. The wedding David had attended. A picture of the couple. They were handsome and happy. She thought it was strange a divorced man would keep a picture of his wedding day on his dresser, but as David had said it was the best day of their relationship.
Maybe David’s friend cherished the memory.
Sinead made her way back out to the hall and into the living room. “It’s a good thing they didn’t have kids.”
David was sitting on the couch. He had the TV remote in his had and was channel surfing in the fine tradition of all men. He looked up at her as if he didn’t follow her non-sequitur.
“Your friend and his wife. I see wedding photos but no baby pictures.”
“Mm, yes,” he muttered even as he was focused on the TV. “A very good thing. I’m not certain he’s father material.”
Sinead sat next to him, feeling a little uncertain. He hadn’t actually asked her to stay. She wasn’t necessarily sure what the protocol for this sort of thing was. She couldn’t remember wanting someone as badly as she wanted David. Not even her first lover, her freshman year of college.
Did she simply ask him for sex? Did she wait for him to make the first move? Did he even want that? He said he had enough control for dinner. Was that really all he wanted tonight?
Their earlier kiss suggested there was a strong attraction on both sides, but he’d made no mo
ve since then. Now he was watching the nightly news. Nothing said not interested in her more than staring at Brian Williams. Most likely the whole virginal innocent thing was finally starting to translate to what she really was, which was fairly boring.
Boring was a definite turn off.
“I should probably go,” she said, looking at anything but him. Feeling self-conscious when only moments before she’d felt like the most interesting woman in the world. “I’ll just call an Uber, no need to drive me.”
“Do you want to make love or get fucked?”
Sinead startled at the words. She looked at him sitting on the couch, his arm stretched over the back of it, his eyes still on the television until he turned his head to look at her.
“What did you say?”
David patted the seat next to him on the couch. Sinead sat down gingerly, not sure if she needed to be worried about him or not. It had only been three days and two dates.
“I said do you want to make love or get fucked. I suppose I should explain myself so you can remove the wide-eyed doe look you’re sporting. You did say you weren’t an actual virgin.”
Her wide-eyed doe look quickly turned to a scowl.
“That’s better. If I make love to you, we’ll go back to my bedroom. I’ll kiss you slowly and softly. Explore your body inch by inch while I tell you how beautiful you are to me. How much I like being with you. How much I like just looking at your darling Irish face. It will be tender and sweet and we’ll both have amazing orgasms.”
Sinead gulped. “Not going to lie, that sounds kind of nice.”
“Yes, but if I fuck you, you’ll feel it deep inside. It will be hard and frantic and I won’t caress your breasts, I’ll squeeze your tits. I won’t tell you how beautiful you are. Instead, I’ll tell you how much I love your hot wet pussy surrounding my cock. If I fuck you, you will never forget it. If I fuck you, you’ll feel like the human animal you are and it will make you feel alive in ways you probably haven’t thought of before. I’ll take you either way. I’ll enjoy you either way. But you have to be honest with me, Sinead. Do you want to make love or do you want to fuck?”
Sinead thought about her past experiences. She had really had neither. For her it had been sex. Fumbling sex that first time. Decent sex the next few times. Passionless sex when she was doing it just because she thought after a few dates she should.
Making love with David sounded like it would be amazing.
Getting fucked by David was something she was never going to forget.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
He reached out and ran his finger along her jaw, then tilted her face up slightly. “You’re going to have to do better than that. I almost didn’t hear you.”
“I want to fuck. I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes glazed over with desire. “That’s better. Now stand up and strip for me.”
Sinead wasn’t sure what was compelling her. It was as if she was reaching for another color, one she’d never seen before in her life. Only this time the color was inside of her. She stood and took off her sweatshirt. She felt like she might be glowing from the inside out.
“The shorts now, only slower. Slide them over your legs.”
Yes, she thought. This was easier. Just listen to his voice and have him tell her exactly what she needed to do. No hesitation, she obeyed and slowly undid the button, followed by the zipper, and then a slow, controlled slide of denim down her thighs, letting them drop around her ankles and stepping out of them.
She didn’t really have nice underwear. Just her five-for-thirty-five Victoria’s Secret cotton hip huggers and her one good Body by Victoria bra. Both she’d worn for the occasion.
“Hmm,” he said, contemplating her body. “What do I want to see next? Tits or ass? I’ll go with that sweet ass. Turn around and take your panties off. Again, slowly.”
She did as commanded, with her back arched a little so that her ass was on full display. By the time the panties fell to her ankles, her pussy was desperately wet and she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. As if she hadn’t really understood what desire was until that moment. Until he had made her feel it.
“Lose the bra, and when you turn back around make sure your arms are at your sides. I want nothing distracting me from the sight of your hard nipples.”
She followed the direction, and when she turned back to face him she made sure to hold onto her left wrist with her right hand behind her back so she wouldn’t be tempted to cover herself. He was right, of course. Her nipples were tight and hard.
“Yes,” he said as if he was enjoying a piece of art. “That’s rather perfect.”
“That’s an exaggeration,” she huffed. Her boobs were okay, her stomach was a little rounded. She had an okay figure but she wasn’t anywhere close, she bet, to the woman he probably dated.
His eyebrow lifted. “Are you questioning my integrity? Turn back around and bend over, please.”
Sinead did so, thinking he wasn’t going to—
Slap!
The sound registered first on her brain. Then the heat of his hand slapping her ass. It didn’t hurt necessarily, but when he spanked her again and rubbed his hand over the reddened flesh she found herself pushing against that palm.
“This is what it means to get fucked. You get told what to do. You get your ass spanked because I like to watch it get red. Because I like to hear first the breath of surprise and the soft moan as I rub it.”
He took hold of her hips and pulled her back against him. Then he reached around with his hand and found her soaking wet pussy lips. He stroked her gently, then thrust a finger inside her high and deep, making her gasp again.
“My girl likes to get fucked it seems. Feel how wet you are? You can’t wait for it can you?”
Sinead looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were dark, his expression serious. She’d never seen him so dark, but it didn’t change how she felt. How much need rolled inside her for him. Wanting everything he could give her.
“No, I can’t.”
How was that for honesty?
David leaned forward and nipped her bottom. Then he set about undoing his jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs down his hips until his cock sprang free. He wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke himself.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she said softly, her eyes dropping to his lap. His cock was thick and hard. Long too. The way he was stroking it, his fist coming up around the head, it was making it bulge with more color. Red and purple and blue around the veins.
Of course his dick would be colorful too, just like him.
He reached back over the couch and extracted from a small vase on the end table a condom package.
“Have those hidden all around the house do you?”
He chuckled softly and she watched as he ripped open the package with his teeth even as he continued to stroke himself. He rolled the condom into place and tossed the wrapper aside.
“Do you want to get your ass spanked again?”
Sinead, literally being cheeky, thrust her ass back out again. “If that’s what you want.”
He smiled malevolently. “Oh you are fucking fabulous aren’t you? I knew it. Under that cute little uniform, I knew there was a seductress. How else could I have…” David didn’t finish his thought. Instead he again took Sinead by the hips and pulled her in between his legs. Realizing what position he wanted to take her in, with her sitting on his lap, she thought to straddle his legs, but he stopped her with another light smack on her hip.
“I don’t…”
“Keep your legs together. That’s it. Now sit yourself down on my cock please.”
He guided her with one hand on her hip, the other he used to position himself at her pussy. Sinead had to bend over a little to make it happen, but then he was pushing himself up into her, even as she was sinking down. With her legs pressed together by his thighs, the feeling was like nothing she had ever
experienced. He was large enough already, but like this he was huge inside her body.
Her hands gripped those thighs, even as his hands came around her body to pinch down hard on her nipples.
“Now you do it,” he growled.
Sinead had to shake her head to even have a hope of comprehending anything. All she could focus on was the ginormous penis inside her, pulsing, which made her insides clench around him.
“Do what?”
“Fuck yourself on me,” he told her. “Just like you did when you kissed me. When you shoved your tongue inside my mouth and fucked it. Make yourself come all over me.”
Sinead looked over her shoulder again at him. He was leaning back on the couch, his shirt still in place. He looked almost content but also… hungry. Then he jostled his hips and the sensation was shocking.
“Good right? Fucking. It’s not sweet or pretty. It hurts a little, makes you feel everything.” This time he squeezed her nipples while he thrust up into her with a hard jolt. “Now fuck yourself on me.”
Sinead’s hands gripped his thighs and she had to rely on her own thighs for leverage, but then she was pushing herself up only to slam down on his groin. This time he was the one to groan.
“Harder,” he demanded.
And she could only obey.
“Faster, work that pussy on my dick. I can’t fucking wait until you can’t stop yourself. Until you are so desperate for your orgasm that you’ll do anything I say. Anything I want.”
Sinead was already there. He was still playing with her nipples while she felt the orgasm building inside her. Knew it was going to be different than anything she had ever felt before. Nothing that she could have ever done to herself. She pressed her hips against him in short, jerky uncontrolled motions, and then she felt his tongue run along her spine and she was lost.
“Ahhhhhh, David. Soooo goooood.” It was everything. Everything. All the colors and all the pleasure anyone could ever want.
And even as she came down from that, she could feel him snapping his hips against her in short bursts until he was pulling her against his chest and groaning into her ear. As he came down from his high, he rocked her for a time and Sinead knew suddenly that everything had changed.
